Unexpected Chapter 1
WARNINGS: I do not own South Park, This story contains /SLASH/, also some language, The boys are aged around 15-17
This Chapter only contains Style but I promise there will be some bunny! It just might take a few chapters to get to so keep reading! :)
Story Despriction: Stan and Kyle play a joke on Cartman but what happens when the lie becomes true and what will the truth lead to? /SLASH/ Style and Bunny some language and sexual themes /hehe/ -switches POVs-
Author's Note:This is the first chapter to my first long story! :) I really hope you enjoy it! I promise I will finish it as soon as I possibly can! I've already written a few of the other chapters but they are still being edited cause I'm not completely happy with them yet However they will follow this one shortly (even possible later tonight? I'm not sure if I can be bothered) Also I have started writing another long story for Style haha I know I should just be doing one at a time but I just can't help myself :) hehe!
Okay well thankyou for reading this and PLEASE reveiw! I love you x3 Bye bye my little sweeties! Love Leda X3
Kyle: Walking to the bus stop
It was Sunday morning and the sky was dark and angry, ready to pour down with rain. I walked along the snow covered path, dragging my feet as I made my way to the bus stop. I kept my head down, blindly watching my feet push the rest of me onwards. My head was too busy to fully concentrate on where they were taking me, but luckily after all these years the route was embedded in my mind.
Stan's words ran through my head, stealing my attention and disrupting the once peaceful space. "I have this great plan to mess with the Cartman tomorrow. I can't tell you but just meet me at the bus stop early, okay?"
He sounded so excited over the phone last night; I could tell he had something good planned. Of course I'd agreed without a second thought. I had no problem messing with a racist fat ass like Cartman but it was the words that had followed which were now intruding in my mind.
"Good. Uh … Kyle, just promise you won't freak out or anything? Remember it's just to get under Cartman's skin. It doesn't mean that it's true or anything… Oh sorry dude, have to go, Mum's nagging me 'bout homework 'n' stuff … uh bye." These were the words that had me so worried.
What had Stan planned that would involve me, but I couldn't know in advance, that I would possibly freak out about and that would mess with Cartman? I had no idea, which I guessed was good for Stan because he obviously wanted me to be kept in the dark for a good reason.
I looked up and saw Stan standing next to the bus stop gesturing franticly for me to get over to him as quickly as possible. I ran over to my super best friend, laughing at his extravagant hand motions. "Hey," I greeted Stan still smiling.
"Took your time? Dude, I've been waiting ages for you!" He said, looking for signs of Cartman and rubbing his hands together from nervousness.
"Well, I'm sorry but not everyone lives right next to the bus stop." I said gesturing to his house, just down the road. Stan looked down at me then smiled. Even with my 'Jew-fro' Stan was about a head taller than me. He seemed to have noticed this fact too.
"I hope you stay this height forever," He said grinning down at me.
"Why? So Cartman has even more things to bag me about?" I asked with fake depression.
"No," He said still smiling, "because if you grow any taller then I won't be able to use your head as my arm rest."
"Kenny's the same height as me. Why not use him instead?"
"Because, Kyle. Kenny doesn't have your fabulous hair. His head would be much too hard with that flat blond thing on top of it. But your fluffy hair makes your head perfect for the job." He said with a wink for the slight double meaning at the end.
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to give you my head for your personal needs when your arm gets too tired." I replied looking away to keep myself from laughing. Once I had gathered my thoughts again, Stan's words from last night came creeping back out from the shadows of my mind. I turned back to Stan. He was looking into the distance towards Cartman's house.
"So … is there a reason why you can't tell me what you have planned or is it that you just enjoy being cruel, letting me kill myself trying to work it out?" I joked, trying to hide how much not knowing really was killing me inside.
Stan's eyes stayed glued to something in the distance but the corners of his mouth turned upwards. "A bit of both," he replied smirking. Then he turned to face me. "Okay hurry, Cartman is coming now. Remember it's just for him, it doesn't mean anything." The fat ass slowly waddled towards the bus stop. As he came closer and closer, I felt Stan shiver next to me. "Act natural" he whispered out of the corner of his mouth and I felt Stan slip his hand into mine. I was shocked but accepted, just going with it. I gave a slight nod to show him that I would follow him and act as a puppet in his plan. His hand was trembling, which made me even more nervous, so I entwined my fingers with his squeezing his hand a little as I did so.
Cartman marched towards us, "Hippy," he greeted Stan with a nod, "Jew," he nodded to me. "Accepted that you're gay for each other yet?" Cartman had taken to greeting us in this fashion for the last month or so. In fact for about a month now Cartman had taken a liking to expressing his unwanted opinion that Stan and I were gay for each other at every opportunity he had. Every time Cartman had said something, Stan had just rolled his eyes but today was different.
"Yes," answered Stan strongly. This had taken Cartman by surprise and he stopped making his way slowly to us. He looked confused for a second then he spotted my hand twisted in Stan's.
"What?" Cartman said blankly.
"I said 'yes'," replied Stan, squeezing my hand tightly, his voice still strong and confident. He had always been a good actor.
Cartman's eyes twitched from Stan to me and back to Stan again then he slowly smiled. "Nah," he said, "you guys are just messing with me."
"We aren't messing with you Cartman," Stan said in a dead serious voice.
Cartman's eyes twitched back to me again. He searched my eyes knowing that he would find the truth there. I, unluckily, was a horrible actor.
Cartman smiled slyly. "Okay then," he said, "prove it!" I stared at Cartman, cursing my eyes and my bad acting. I looked to Stan panicked as if to say, "What do we do now? He knows we're lying!" Stan looked back at me for a second smiling slightly and I knew that he had planned for this outcome. He looked back to Cartman, releasing my hand as he did so. I followed his eye line looking back to the fat boy too. Cartman grinned, believing for that millisecond that he had won.
"Fine," said Stan plainly. The next moment was so quick to explain it fully I have to slow it down. Stan turned his whole body to face me. I was still looking at Cartman and I saw his smile fade then his face turn to a look of pure horror as Stan put a hand on both of my shoulders and turned my torso towards him. Stan pulled me closer to him and my legs followed the movement to stop myself from falling on my face. Stan bent his head down to mine, tilting it slightly and closing his eyes. His face was so close to mine, too close; I felt suffocated. Stan forced his lips to mine. I felt his mouth move against my own and all I could think was, "this is sick! Stan's my super best friend, my male super best friend! This is wrong!" But then I realized that it didn't feel wrong at all, it felt … natural. And another part of my mind said, in a calm and reasonable voice, back to the one that was screaming, "If this is wrong, then why does it feel so right?"
I closed my eyes and suddenly something in my mind switched and the kiss changed. Before Stan's lips had felt urgent and wanting to just get it over with but now … he was kissing me differently; tenderly, and I was kissing back. Stan's arms moved from my shoulders. One slid down to my waist, the other drifted over to my back. He pressed me closer to him and my body morphed to fit his. Something deep inside me caught on fire. It didn't hurt, not in painful way at least, but it was just a bit uncomfortable like it was hungry for more. I reached my arms up to hold Stan's face to mine and sank deeper into the kiss, the fire inside me burning hotly.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Cartman. I had completely forgotten he was there. "You sick bastards!" I pressed myself closer to Stan, holding his face firmly to mine.
"Screw you fags, I'm going home!" Cartman yelled and I heard his giant feet hit the ground as he hurried home.
Stan and I stayed at the bus stopped in each other's arms, our lips moving together. I felt drops of water fall from the sky but still we stayed.
"Good morning!" said a happy voice from behind us. We both automatically pulled away; we knew that voice.
Kenny stood leaning against the bus stop sign, his orange hoodie down despite the rain, and a smirk on his face. I stared at Stan and he stared back at me. I suddenly realized the extent of what Stan and I had just done.
"I need to go home!" I said a bit too loudly, then turned and ran up the path to my house. The snow from that morning was being washed away in the heavy rain, but I didn't notice; I was blinded by tears.